High on Zipping into Love

High on Zipping into Love: Chapter #20

Stiles stirs and then blinks his eyes open slowly, a smile forming when he feels arms pull him closer. "Good Morning Husband," he says quietly.

A nip to his neck is followed by a gruff. "Good Morning, Husband."

"Mm. I'll take more of that but first..." he trails off and pulls out of Derek's embrace to trail his lips down the chest and abs of his husband, making his way to the pièce de résistance that makes his mouth water.

Derek shudders at the barely there pressing of Stiles's lips, making goosebumps break out on his skin and just knows his husband is going to tease him. He just hopes he doesn't tease too much. Then again, this is Stiles.

Wide, innocent–looking–eyes meet his when he looks down and the sight makes him groan. "Stiles..."

Stiles blinks at him in faux innocence. "Derek..."

"Don't tease me."

"But teasing you is so much fun. Especially when it means you'll beg me to fuck you or to choke on your cock." He licks a stripe up from Derek's taint to his tip before swirling his tongue around the tip to collect the already copious amounts of precum.

"STILES!" Derek cries out his thighs shaking. "Please?"

Stiles pulls off and licks his lips. "Please what?"

"Please? Please just..."

"You have to tell me what you want, baby. Tell Alpha what you want," Stiles croons, ghosting his fingers up and down his husband's thighs but steering clear of his aching cock.

Derek huffs and bucks his hips, unable to move much with Stiles straddling his legs. "You are such a—" he chokes off his statement when Stiles's thumb presses against his frenulum.

"Come on, baby. Just tell me what you want. You can do it and then I'll give it to you. Maybe I'll even let you fuck my face and I know how much you love that."

"Fine! Alpha, please swallow my cock down your perfect throat and let me pull your hair while I fuck your face. I need to feel it contracting around me as my cock goes down your throat so far your nose is buried against my pelvis."

Stiles's pupils have dilated so much that his eyes are almost black as his mouth hangs open with heavy pants sounding. "Fuck Derek. The mouth you have on you is just..." He leans up and steals a kiss, biting Derek's bottom lip hard and tugs. Derek gasps and moans as Stiles wraps long slender fingers—that are the stuff of wet dreams—around his cock.

Between one moment and the next Stiles has settled between Derek's thighs, licks from Derek's taint to his tip and then swallows him down until his nose touches Derek's pelvis. Fuck Derek loves that his husband has no gag reflex. "Shit! Stiles! Oh fuck! Mo-More!" he pleads as he buries his fingers in Stiles hair and tugs hard enough to get him to moan, the vibrations making his cock spurt more precum into Stiles's throat.

Stiles places his hands on Derek's thighs and taps to let him know it's his ballgame now. Derek doesn't waste any time once he has the go ahead. He starts thrusting his hips, getting lost in the velvet heat of Stiles's throat, loving the way it contracts with every thrust. "So good for me, Alpha mine. God so warm and wet and fucking perfect."

He knows how much Stiles loves praise. Having been worked up it's not long before Derek feels the tell tale tightening and heat in his lower abdomen. "I'm gonna cum. I-I...swallow for me. Please?"

Stiles nods his head as best he can, one hand sneaking down to squeeze and tease Derek's balls, but it's the press of his husband's thumb against his hole that sends him flying over the edge.